I can hear him screaming behind me, so I know he’s coming, but I don’t know how close he is. I make it to the entrance of the woods, and I feel a sense of relief, like I may actually be able to make it.
A split second later, it feels as though a boulder knocks into me from behind, as I’m thrown to the ground. He rolls me onto my back and lays his body over mine, securing my wrists in his hand above my head. His other hand snakes its way around my neck.
“Big fucking mistake, little girl,” he threatens, viciously.
“I’m not a little girl,” I scream, trying to get out of his hold.
“I tried being nice,” his face contorts with anger, “but no more. You want a fight? Now, you’ve got one.”
His words paralyze me, just as they did inside the motel room. Why did I think I was going to be able to outrun him? Outrun them? Outrun my mistake? The tears come again as I go limp beneath him. My eyes close with the weight of my grief.
As I wait for him to move, something unexpected happens. I feel a warmth near my chin, and I open my eyes to see him licking away my tears. His anger from a moment ago appears to have gone. I lay there, confused by his actions once again.
He licks a slow, sensual path from my chin to my temple. When he’s finished, our eyes meet, and I can see a fire in his gaze. His lips come close to mine, and I think he’s going to kiss me.
My feelings are confusing me. I want this man to let me go just as much as I want to know what it would feel like for our lips to touch. I want to push him off of me just as much as I want to hold him close. I can feel his stare drawing me in, just like it did earlier. Once again, as though something clicked in his head, as though someone snapped their fingers, his hypnotic gaze releases me.
He tenses and narrows his eyes at me before he climbs off of my body. With a firm grip on my arm, he pulls me back to the passenger side of the truck. Hoisting me onto the seat, he doesn’t let go of my arm as he searches in the glove compartment for something. When he pulls out a thick roll of black duct tape, I begin to fight him again.
“No!” I protest.
I slide out of the seat, but before I can get out of his hold, he pushes me onto my stomach on the ground. Straddling me, he twists my arms behind my back and wraps the tape around my wrists.
I had to pick a secluded motel. Is there no one around watching what’s happening right now?
Just as I’m about to scream, he covers my mouth with a piece of tape. He adds another one for good measure and then moves to my ankles. Once he’s satisfied that I’m not going to be able to escape again, he lifts me off the ground and tosses me into the backseat as though I weigh nothing at all.
Chapter Nine
Blade
About thirty minutes into our journey home, I notice it’s tranquil in the backseat. When we first got on the road, she was screaming and cussing me out from behind the tape. A few times, her feisty attitude almost drew a laugh from me.
Almost.
I don’t like the power that this female seems to have over me, and I need to be more vigilant about it once we get back to the clubhouse. I can’t allow her to control my actions, especially not in front of my fellow Club members.
I adjust the rearview mirror to see into the backseat, and I lock eyes on Sasha. She tried sitting up a few times at the beginning of the drive but gave up when I kept speeding around the corners. It was comical watching her sway back and forth like a bowling pin before she eventually fell over again.
Now, she’s just lying across the large backseat of my king cab. She’s awake, but she’s staring at something like she’s in a trance. I keep the mirror fixed on her and look back and forth between her and the road every few minutes.
She put up one hell of a fight. I didn’t know what to expect as I was sitting outside of her motel room this morning, but I sure as hell didn’t think she’d be this much of a firecracker.
After Cap and I finished going through her apartment last night, we went back to the clubhouse. Stone had put out a BOLO on her throughout the biker network, and we waited impatiently for a word that someone had seen her. Around three thirty this morning, a call came in from someone in one of the West Virginia clubs about a car matching the description we put out. They confirmed the VIN, and it matched what was on the printout of her registration card that I got from Turner.
Cap and I left immediately, and we got here barely two hours later. The first thing we did was hot-wire her car, which Cap drove back home while I stayed behind to wait for her. Initially, I parked across the lot and watched her door. I couldn’t wait until she walked outside and realized her car was gone.
After several hours of waiting, I got nervous that maybe she stashed the car here but wasn’t actually staying at the motel. The guy in the office was easily bought; for two-hundred bucks, he confirmed she rented room number 11. For a hundred more, he gave me a spare key to get in. All he asked was that I not leave a mess for him to clean up.
Weird-ass, back town, hillbilly.
I carefully and quietly unlocked her door and was relieved when I realized she was in the shower. That gave me an additional element of surprise. The fact that she’d be naked when she found out I was here was an added bonus.
When she got out of the shower, I didn’t expect my reaction to her to be so unsteady. The moment I wrapped my arms around her as she tried to run from me, my cock grew harder than a slab of granite. It pissed me off. I don’t want her to have this effect on me.
When I calmed myself down, I tried to find out what was going through her head. I needed to know what she was thinking. I needed her to tell me that she was sorry for what happened. I wanted to see the regret in her mesmerizing, jade eyes. I wasn’t prepared for the broken, sorrowful, terrified stare that I got when I forced her gaze on mine.
Silently, I spoke to her, wanting to take her fear away. Wanting to comfort her, to let her know that everything was going to be okay. It confused the fuck out of me. I’ve never left more like a pussy in my entire life. Iron, my father, was lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life, and what was I doing?
Trying to comfort the stupid girl who put him there.
By the time I finally came to my senses, she’d begun to sob. A crying woman is not something I’m fit to handle. It took a few minutes, but I was able to find courage enough to tell her she was coming with me.
When she asked about her car, the vision of Iron laying on the side of the road with blood running down his face flashed through my mind, and my anger came roaring back. To get back at her, I ordered her to get dressed in front of me and told her about my field trip to her apartment the night before.
It backfired when I pulled the thong from my pocket, though. Not only did my cock get hard all over again when I pictured her in it, but she actually put the thing on in front of me. Getting to see her in only that small strip of purple silk for a few seconds was torture. Granted, I didn’t get to see her entire body...
Yet.
She did catch me off guard when she took off across the parking lot. That’s all on me. I never should have opened the door without having a firm hold on her. It threw me for a big fucking loop when she started crying on the forest floor. Once again, my mind told me that I wanted to comfort her. To wipe away her tears. I needed more than that, though. I needed to taste a small part of her.
Now that I have, I crave more of her.